Xu Renjie’s face reddened, but he grew even angrier. He glared at Leng Xuan and gritted his teeth, saying, "Damn it, you country bumpkin again. Are you fucking asking for death?" With those words, he swung the mop over his head and smashed it toward Leng Xuan’s head with a whoosh.
At this moment, all the classmates had already turned their attention to this side. Upon seeing this, they couldn’t help but let out a soft "ah." They knew that if Xu Renjie’s vigorous blow really hit Leng Xuan on the head, the consequences would be hard to imagine. Even Li Mengjie and Ling Xuejiu were shocked. If it were an ordinary day, they might not be so worried, but Leng Xuan seemed very weak that morning and probably didn’t have much fighting power left, so they were particularly concerned.
Li Mengjie suddenly spoke up, "Xu Renjie, you stop right now!"
However, it was already too late for Li Mengjie to tell Xu Renjie to stop. The stick was less than a foot away from Leng Xuan’s head, and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop because of the momentum, not to mention that he had long since hated Leng Xuan to the bone. Relying on his father being an official in the city and the principal being his uncle, as long as Leng Xuan didn’t die, he wasn’t afraid at all.
In fact, though Leng Xuan felt weak, he was certainly not so weak that he couldn’t handle a few students. With this bunch, he could easily tilt his head to avoid Xu Renjie’s strike, and even if he didn’t dodge and took a hit, it wouldn’t matter much because his head was a lot harder than the stick.
But before Leng Xuan could make any move, suddenly, Jack sprang up from the ground and lunged at Xu Renjie’s waist, charging forward. Then, a ’Bang’ was heard as Xu Renjie’s still-injured waist collided with the corner of a desk. He grimaced in pain, wailing nonstop, dropped the mop, and squatted on the ground, crying out while cursing, "Jack, you son of a bitch, remember this—I’ll fucking kill you if I don’t make you pay, I won’t be named Xu if I don’t."
Jack was also quite frightened and scurried to stand behind Leng Xuan without speaking, his face full of fear.
Niu Peng and Zhou Qiang got up from the ground, both wailing incessantly. They walked over and helped Xu Renjie to his feet, asking, "Boss, do you need to go to the hospital?"
"Pfft" Someone started to laugh, and soon the entire class couldn’t hold back their laughter, with some whispering to each other behind their backs, saying things like, "Who would have thought that Xu Renjie would have his day, eh?"
"A fight among themselves, and now even the Black guy isn’t afraid of him. Let’s see how this guy saves face at school after this."
"If it wasn’t for his reliance on the principal being his uncle, he’s nothing but an empty sack!"
"..."
Xu Renjie couldn’t stand the sarcasm, especially when he noticed Ling Xuejiu’s disdainful expression. He became even more infuriated and said with a dark face, "I’m fine, no damn need for a hospital." He glowered at Leng Xuan and added, "Fuck, remember this, kid—I’m not done with you!" With the help of his two followers, he settled down in his own seat.
"Boss, take me in as your little brother." Jack had been standing behind Leng Xuan, and it wasn’t until Xu Renjie and his cronies had returned to their seats that he made his timid request to Leng Xuan.
Looking back at Jack, Leng Xuan was initially planning to refuse bluntly, but then he thought it over, acknowledging that Jack was actually quite skillful in close combat. Coupled with his strong physique, if only he were braver, he would be more than capable of handling Xu Renjie and his gang. Although he didn’t want to take on any followers, the thought of himself, a once-respected member of Dragon’s Fang, now getting involved in petty quarrels with students was a bit too much. If word got out, his former comrades-in-arms would really lose face. With that thought, he cracked a smile and asked, "Jack, are you serious about wanting to acknowledge me as your boss?"